The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: This Tea Flavor Is Really Overflowing

"Nathaniel, what’s the meaning of this? Why are you suddenly kicking people out?" Julian Jacobs frowned. "Are you really going to kick out a friend of so many years just because I sat in this woman’s seat!?"

"Seriously, Nathaniel? It’s just a seat. So what if she’s not sitting next to you? You have me and Thea next to you now. Is she that insecure about Thea that she has to monopolize you to be happy?"

Julian’s tone grew more mocking. "Miss Lockwood, please don’t get needlessly jealous. Thea is Nathaniel’s best bud. She’s not going to steal your man!"

"If anything were going to happen between Thea and Nathaniel, it would have happened long ago. The title of Mrs. Sloan would never have been yours! Thea, sit down. Ignore her!"

Estelle Lockwood crossed her arms, leaning back against the sofa. She finally understood why this ’friend,’ Julian, who hadn’t shown his face in ten years, had suddenly appeared at Imperial Crest today.

’So he and Thea York are playing good cop, bad cop.’

Julian was the one who had snatched the seat, an indefensible act, yet he was skillfully pinning the blame on Estelle.

’Best bud... so this is what a ’best bud’ is?’

Julian hadn’t expected Nathaniel Sloan to make such a big deal out of this trivial matter. "No wonder Thea told me not to come before I got here. She said your wife would be unhappy if I did."

Julian shot Estelle a meaningful look. "Nathaniel, you’re not really going to throw away our years of friendship for a woman, are you?"

The living room fell silent for a good thirty seconds.

Liam Sloan was confused. ’How can this guy be so clueless?’

Zane Grant’s expression also turned cold. Julian was the illegitimate son of the Keaton Family, and his actions were always shady. Still, he hadn’t expected him to cause a scene here!

Nathaniel Sloan was calm. "Julian, who gave you the confidence to think you’re more important than Estelle?"

He asked Estelle, "Are they welcome here?"

Estelle blinked, her gaze meeting Thea York’s and catching the fleeting malice in them. "Young Mr. Jacobs might not be the brightest, but he was right about one thing."

"You are here, and you are not welcome."

Thea York’s breath hitched.

Julian flew into a rage, slamming his chopsticks down. SLAM! "Estelle Lockwood, you’re shameless, aren’t you! I’m a guest in Nathaniel’s home. What right do you have to not welcome me—"

"On the grounds that she is my lady, my wife, and the mistress of Imperial Crest."

Nathaniel Sloan looked at him coolly. "Her meaning is my meaning."

"You... you..." Julian was speechless.

Thea York suddenly put down her chopsticks, stood up, and took a deep breath. She forced a pained smile. "I’m so sorry, I... I suddenly don’t feel well. I’m going to step outside. Please don’t fight because of me. Julian, hurry up and apologize..."

With that, she stumbled out of the room.

Nathaniel Sloan didn’t even lift an eyelid. "Suit yourself."

Julian was incredulous. "Nathaniel Sloan! Thea’s not feeling well, and you don’t even care? Miss Lockwood’s skills are truly impressive. She can sow discord in our decade-plus friendship with just a few words. I’m impressed!"

Nathaniel Sloan remained perfectly unruffled. He had Ms. Riddle replace the utensils and served Estelle some food. "Mrs. Kendrick said you didn’t eat much tonight. I made these dishes especially for you. Have a few bites."

Estelle’s eyes glinted with a half-smile. "Mr. Sloan, they are your friends, after all. Isn’t it a bit much to kick them out like this? What if people start talking and call me a femme fatale?"

Nathaniel Sloan said languidly, "They’ll be back."

Estelle blinked.

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